Ink Smudges

Ink smudges
on my
covered in your

6 Sentences: Slurrrrp

i lick your cheek to see if you taste like love and daydreams.
When i do it it’s cute.
When you strangely lick my neck, or the inside of my arm, or sometimes the curve of my knee, i wonder whether you’ve lost your mind.
Is it to taste or tease, or something involuntary that makes us attempt to slurp up a melting reality?
i wipe off the slurp.
Life has a way of splintering our ideals and it’s impossible not to recall that i bruised my tongue on the shards of reality